For the coming downpour of rain
A lot would depend on the wind
It was what we prayed to watch
The migration of storms returning
From their long voyage over the sea
Sweeping in over the beach towns
And the dried-up desert towns
Dying out behind the mountains
All the plants stood at attention
Pretending to listen to me
Counseling flexibility
But when the water drops drop
Lift them carefully to your lips
The first vintage is the best
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